Gasmask – an erotic obsession #NSFW #KOTW

There it was.  A small package shipped from Vienna, Austria.   The sender: HW Design.  I got excited!  I knew exactly what it was, although I wasn’t sure I was really going to like it.

I had ordered for the first time a gasmask.  I hadn’t really been into masks or any sort, mostly because I like to be able to wear latex clothing outdoors and was more into the clothing and fetish aspect.  But a friend talked me into giving it a try.  

Somewhat skeptical, I agreed.  Now the day I had been waiting for had finally come.  

The smell coming from the small box was unmistakable.  Strong, fresh, heavy rubber..  There was nothing subtle about it.  The set included more than just the gasmask, it also came with a detachable rebreather bag.  Something that strangely added to the excitement.  It gave the gasmask a more erotic, sensual look than just an open mask with no attachment.  Don’t ask me why, I just liked the look of it.

After washing everything, and letting it dry, I had my evening planned.  A nice bubble bath, some pampering, and if all went well, trying on the gasmask while taking my bath.  I wasn’t curious enough to put it on as quickly as I could.  I wanted to feel excited.  I wanted an erotic experience, and I wanted to see for myself what it looked like. 

When it was early evening, I set up my camera at one end of the bathroom, so that I could have a perfect shot at myself.  I usually hide my face (for privacy reasons) and don’t film anything where my face is visible.  But with the gasmask, I figured, it was the perfect opportunity to look straight into the camera and yet be completely invisible.  The thought turned me on to no end.  I wished I could see myself more often, but the risks of videos getting out are just not  worth it.  I do have a life.

With the tub filled, a nice bubble bath, the camera prepared and the gasmask by the side of the tub, I stepped inside.  The warm water rushed around my body and I was immediately immersed in a different world.  Floating, weightless, surrounded by millions of bubbles that embraced me up to my neck.  

 

It took a while before I put on the gasmask. It had been looking at me, begging to be part of my gentle massage, the stroking of my pussy, the gentle tug on my pierced nipples.  I was ready.

Putting the gasmask on was like stepping into a different world. The gasmask covered the front of the face, with straps in the back allowing it to be tightened and creating an airtight seal.  Slipping on the mask was easy, and with a bit of effort, I managed to tighten the buckles on top and on the sides of the mask.  Perhaps a bit tighter than I needed to.

The rebreather bag was attached and I could immediately feel the effect it had.  Looking out the eye openings, the world around me seemed more distant, I was in my own protected little space.  Breathing was more laboured.  Exhaling, the small flaps that prevented air from entering the gasmask made a slight snorting noise.  Fresh air came only through the rebreather bag, which I had left opened at the end.  I was alone, and serious breathplay was out of the question.

Still, I could feel how each breath contained a fair amount of re-used air.  Not so much that I would feel light-headed, but enough to notice the difference.  Everything slowed down, the breathing became more steady after a while, and exhaling slowly I got into a nice and relaxing rhythm. I was definitely beginning to feel the attraction.  Cut off from the outside, hidden behind a gasmask, I could do anything I wanted and still feel protected, preserving my privacy.  Nothing outside mattered.

I got aroused as I do often when I take a long bath.  My body wanted to come badly.  But I also wanted to see what I looked like.  So I turned on the camera, relaxed back into my bath, and began to caress my body.  As if I was performing for an audience, I could not help but stare right into the camera with its blinking red light.  I knew that everything I did was captured on video.  I was alone, and about to let everyone see me.

Taking a bath – HW Design Gasmask with Rebreather Bag

Now I was getting it. The complete enclosure, even if it was just my head. The steady breathing with the strong smell of latex through the tube attached to my mask. It was a different world. Even with the outside watching, I had my privacy and could do as I wanted. And I wanted to get off badly after a long day.

My mind went blank and all I could think about was the camera in front of me, and my throbbing pussy. I did not take much, a few touches, and the escape from the outside, to push me over the edge. It was a gentle orgasm, one that had been building over time, and it was private, intimate, under water.

Yes, the camera was still on, but the climax was mine alone. Never before had I looked straight into a running camera, the outside world, for everyone to see, as I masturbated and climaxed. I am an exhibitionist, I love the world of rubber, and this was the perfect way to have it all.

Just writing up this story, knowing that I’m about to post one of my most intimate moments, makes me horny again. Knowing that others will be watching me, maybe be even get off while I have an orgasm, is a new experience.

I’ve watched the video a thousand times since. I still have the same reaction as I did the first time I saw it. Seeing my own eyes behind the gasmask, looking alien, from another world. One where I could be free and did not have to hide my sexuality.

For all who may be watching these videos, I hope you can imagine what it felt like for the first time. Whether man, woman, or anything you consider yourself, there is nothing more erotic than escaping this world, creating your own experience, and not being ashamed for others to see the eroticism of your body and your orgasm.

17 comments

  1. As much as I love latex, gas mask really don’t do it for me, and even hooded catsuits are a line for me. But that video is seriously hot.
    (On a different note, you mentioned in another post how your books are fiction infused with fact. I wonder if this narrative is the same – the moving camera suggests you weren’t alone in the bathroom. 🙄)

    Liked by 1 person

    • I think that’s exactly why this is such an interesting topic. There are so many different ways of breathplay, and whether something is even breathplay or not is probably not clear. I think if it feels like a restriction of breathing, it’s breathplay. That can of course involve other forms of restriction as well. I’m really curious what others are thinking. 😘

      Liked by 1 person

    • I’m glad they served their original purpose! Although I’m sure mine would never be much good as an actual gasmask, I still like to think of it as a form of recycling… 😉

      Like

    • I suppose curiosity killed the cat! Well, I did make sure that I could pull the mask off quickly and there were no restraints in the way. Then it was actually really nice. 😘

      Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s